I had been called at the last minute to speak at a conference. I spent the night preparing and was exhausted when the taxi arrived to take me to the airport. The cabbie, on discovering the purpose of my trip, asked my age; he thought I was too young for the task. I then asked him his age. “Fifty,” he replied. Flippantly I said, “So does life begin at 50?” “It hasn’t begun for me yet,” he responded. “Does your Bible have the answer?” My tiredness vanished as I shared with him the way of salvation. As I read scriptures to him, he suddenly pulled the car to the shoulder, put his head on the wheel, and began to pray. “Lord, You knew I needed this. I’m ready for all you want to do for me. Thank You, Jesus, for what you did to save a pathetic case like me.” Back on the road, his joy was evident as I shared with him the blessings of being in Christ. I wasn’t ready, but the Spirit was, and so was this poor soul. What grace that the Lord uses weak vessels. It’s all He has to work with! —J.B.N.

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